Joining the Conversation

Abby has begun to understand the nuance of language: idioms, exclamations, intonation. My favorite right now is "Holy Moly!" As in:

"Ho-wee Mo-wee! Iss haht ouh-sighd!" or

"Ho-wee Mo-wee! I'm uh mehss."

This morning, Josh asked her what she wanted for breakfast, and she stood there in her pajamas in the kitchen, reflecting on the options and saying thoughtfully, "Ahmmmm..." before declaring with certainty in her signature volume, "Tohst!"

It's hysterical to watch the evolution. I mean, she's always had a voice. Even as an infant she had something to coo about everything, but now she's wielding it with authority, with panache, with gusto.

So this morning, when she returned empty-handed from her trip upstairs which she took expressly for the purpose of retrieving her water cup, naturally we asked her where her cup was. She stood there looking at us with one foot cocked out to the side and replied simply, matter-of-factly, with all the confidence and poise of Barack Obama, "Up-tairs!"

Causing Josh and I to fall into uncontrollable giggles.